Han Yi ignored him and moved his right hand which was a little painful from the shock. The Lei Xiao Sword was still trembling slightly, and the sound of the sword was mixed with the roar of thunder.
He opened the first sword skill, Breaking the War, held the scroll in his left hand, and danced the sword with his right hand. The Seven Killing Techniques of Thunder started to operate, and the spiritual power of the thunder attribute slowly poured out and was injected into the Lei Xiao Sword.
The electric light flickered, and a layer of silver thunder patterns grew and spread, covering the sword body.
"Break the battle with one move, move it with speed, use thunder and wind and fire, move it with force, gather momentum like a tide, break it with battle, and reach the sky with one sword."
Silently reciting the key points of sword skills to break the war, Han Yi moved his steps lightly, and his movements were agile, flying around the training room, appearing on the left, on the right, behind, and in front.
Every time his body appeared, he swung a sword, leaving behind a shadow. The sword in the shadow's hand jumped with lightning, as if it would break away from the shackles of the sword and fly away at any time.
"Thunder and wind and fire follow each other quickly."
Han Yi had no distracting thoughts in his mind and shouted softly. The scroll in his hand had disappeared without knowing when. He slashed with the Thunder Sky Sword, and his spiritual power surged, drawing out a very long light and shadow, and it was like a flash of thunder that was extinguished. The speed was very fast.
Incredible.
"Move with force and gather momentum like a tide."
A voice echoed in his mind, empty and thoughtless.
The long sword in Han Yi's hand turned sharply, and the sword edge moved from bottom to top. Strong thunder light lit up on his body, and the sound of thunder roared. The air in the training room was stirred. As the sword in Han Yi's hand rotated, the sky and the earth were covered like a sea tide, turning into a whirlpool.
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"Break it with battle, and reach the sky with one sword."
Step on step, Han Yi took three steps in a row, each step faster than the other. In the end, it looked like a bolt of lightning traveling through the clouds, followed by a majestic momentum like a sea wave. The small spirit body in the sea of consciousness
The sword made a cheerful sound, mixed with the roar of the dragon and beast in a trance.
The sword in his hand was wrapped in silver light. At that moment, he had the urge to struggle out of Han Yi's hand, as if it had come alive.
Han Yi was shocked in his heart. The state of mindlessness was broken. He held it tightly in his hand. The sword skill suddenly stopped. The lightning disappeared. The air in the training room returned to calmness and floated leisurely.
The sword named Lei Xiao was held quietly in his hand. The sound of the sword suddenly stopped, and it looked like a dead thing. It was not as violent as a living thing just now.
He raised the Leixiao Sword to his eyes and looked at it carefully, his eyes full of confusion and confusion. Was the riot at that moment just an illusion? He clearly felt the sword in his hand struggling, like an angry dragon, powerful enough
Turn the river upside down.
What Han Yi didn't know was that in the illusion mirror space, Jiu Fang looked at Han Yi's actions through a spatial projection, with a rare look of surprise on his face.
"The sword becomes flexible. This is something that many monks in the Spirit King stage cannot do. This little guy actually did it unintentionally."
"Being able to do this means that he has touched the state of transformation of the heart in the way of swordsmanship. As fierce as a dragon, the blood of Kuilong that Luo You gave him seems to have played a big role, otherwise he would not have been able to achieve this goal.
He's changed so much."
"Even his spiritual body has transformed into a sword, and he is destined to become a powerful swordsman. Swords are always ruthless. They not only hurt others, but also hurt themselves."
After looking for a long time without any clue, Han Yi had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart, close his eyes and recall everything just now.
In his sea of consciousness, the small sword made of a spiritual body floated, the light rose and fell, and an illusory dragon shape appeared faintly under the sword body, with teeth and claws, which could not be seen clearly.
However, Han Yi was completely unaware of this. He just waved his sword as the memories flashed through his mind.
The sword light flashed in the training room, and the air rotated with Han Yi's sword, like a huge whirlpool, and Han Yi was in the center of the whirlpool.
"Destroy the battle with one move."
Han Yi mobilized his spiritual power, the silver light rose up, and he stabbed out with a sword. His body instantly spanned a space of hundreds of meters. The sword stabbed the formation light screen, and the thunder exploded.
The force of the counter-shock shot Han Yi backwards, and he frowned.
"No, this sword doesn't seem to have the same charm as the one just now. The essence of a one-step battle is speed, momentum, and combat. I don't lack speed, momentum, and power. What exactly is the problem?"
"Do it again."
Unable to find the problem, Han Yi had no choice but to try again, stepping forward and swinging his sword.
Phew, the Lei Xiao Sword cut through the air, screamed, and struck the formation light curtain again. All the spiritual power poured out in an instant, and the terrifying power erupted from Han Yi's body even made the sword bend.
Boom, crash, his body shot back, almost hitting the light screen on the other side. His arm hurt, the Thunder Sky Sword trembled, and Han Yi's face turned slightly pale.
"What's wrong? Why did the charm of the sword disappear just now? That terrible throbbing, it's like the whole sword came to life."
Han Yi tried hard to recall, images flashing in his mind.
The sword struck just now had terrifying speed, terrifying momentum, and terrifying power. The sword in his hand seemed to be about to escape from his hand, piercing through the mountains, the earth, and even the void of space.
He desperately recalled and thought about the sword he had unintentionally swung over and over again. It was definitely the ultimate sword and could kill any powerful person from the Ling Sect, but he could no longer copy it.
In this way, Han Yi thought about it in the training room, practicing the Thunder Breaking Sword's one move over and over again, but he still couldn't achieve the original effect. He just felt that there was something missing in that sword, like
A person who loses his soul is just a walking corpse.
Unconsciously, eight days passed quietly. Beside the door of the training room, the crystal hourglass poured slowly, and the scale had crossed the symbol representing the number eight.
With Han Yi's contribution points, he can only stay here for two more days.
"There are only two days left. Although I have completed the introduction to the One-Style Breaking War, I can never regain the original charm. This sword is not enough for me, and it cannot reach the point where I can kill the late monks of the Ling Sect.
"
Han Yi looked at the sword in his hand with disappointment on his face.
"I'm afraid I can only reach the level of competing with the Ling Sect monks." He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Forget it, since I can do it once, I can do it the second time, but it will take time. There are still two days left, practice two
Shi Po Xuan should be impossible. Let’s complete the first level of the Dragon Elephant Tyrant Body Technique.”
Having made a decision in his heart, Han Yi immediately started to take action. He put the Lei Xiao Sword into its sheath, put it into the space to hold the ring, turned over his hand and took out the Dragon Elephant Tyrant Body Technique and started to read through it.
Whispering, something was twisting and struggling in the clothes on the chest, and slowly stretched out a white head.
Xiaoyou has been sleeping for more than half a month since he woke up last time. Without the elixir to help him practice, he can only sleep.
Han Yi raised his hand and touched its head, with some long-lost surprise in his eyes.
"woke up."
Xiaoyou stuck out his head and took a look. The walls on all sides looked like black iron, surrounded by arrays and filled with amber light curtains.